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Reaping what we sow: Dennis Hopper

An Ashley Stockingdale Day...

I'm having an Ashley day.  This morning, I got up bright and early to head to my parents for the long weekend.  I went through a drive-thru Starbucks and when I got up to the window, the guy was sorta holding back laughter.  I turned down my music.  I'm in an ethnic area, I'm a white girl, and I'm listening to "Glee's" Gold Digger.  If you don't know the song, it's about women getting pregnant on purpose to "trap" baby daddies for cash.  "She was supposed to buy Tyco with your money, instead she bought lipo with your money."  

There's something totally cute about Matthew Morrison singing this song.  Anyway, I assumed that's why the guy was laughing.  But then, I'm further up the road, chatting with my BFF on the speaker phone at a stop sign when I notice my two front teeth are literally covered with red lipstick.  I mean, it actually looked like I put it on my teeth rather than my lips.  Or like I'm on a magazine cover and someone blacked out the teeth, you know? Only they used red marker.

Anyhoo, I was glad I was on the phone with Beth so she could laugh with me.  She invited me to the Retrodome tonight.  They're having a double feature of "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" with "The Breakfast Club" -- how fun does that sound?  

But I'm here now.  Just finished arguing politics with my dad, which is always a wasted effort on both our parts.  Though I'm right, he's very wrong.  I'll respect his idiot beliefs because he's my daddy.  : )  Now I'm going to download, "You Say Tomato, I Say Shut Up" on my mom's Kindle and settle in for the afternoon.  And tonight, I'll write Chapter 3 in my rewrite.  Hope you're all having a special three day weekend.  I saw my Grandpa and favorite Veteran.  He gave me M&Ms -- it's still great, whether you're five or ahem, older.